Postcard to myself…glad you are here.

The last few weeks I have had the expected gift in the form of a hard stop. With everything else going on this year it seemed impossible for 2020 to get any stranger. Then I put on a pair of roller skates. 

I write this today on the eve of having my cast removed.

I fractured my right ankle and have not been able to do much of anything except get still, rest and heal. I rely a lot on getting out in the world to seek out inspiration for my art practice. Covid has effected this significantly, but I was still able to walk and run, take pictures and engage in gathering artistic fodder from outside myself.  My lack of mobility shrunk my world and this 6-week journey has consisted of me, my day dreaming over-thinker self with a leg propped up on a stack of pillows. I won’t lie and say I didn’t binge some TV. And, binge some ice cream. And, binge some cookies, only to repeat more than a couple times.

I also got quiet. Quiet with making small drawings. Quiet devouring some scrumptious books. Quiet through simply looking out the window.

I would be remiss not to mention the deep sadness and disappointment I have felt. I had some stuff to do after all! It’s so humbling not being able to the simplest of tasks for oneself and having to relinquish so much control. I miss my mobility and the freedom it allows.

With all that said, a calmer version of my self has emerged, someone I am very interested in keeping around and getting to know better…sigh.